Hidden Assassin

The electric sparks scattered all over the sky, and the people on the dance floor looked at this scene with confusion and surprise—they were all young people, and Kan Jiaming ran over to smash the scene by himself, thinking he was drunk After drinking, there were not many people who were really scared. Seeing a group of big men squeezed from all sides, some even got excited and cheered loudly.

The person at the front jumped onto the small stage and kicked Jia Ming, but the next moment he heard a slap, he staggered back a few steps, and fell down, his cheek was slashed by the machete blade. One slap was like a heavy slap in the face, and half of his face was split open with bloody flesh.

Standing in the crowd with the bat in hand, Rusha watched as the two rushed up and were sent flying down again. The machete drew bloody arcs in the air, screams rang out, and some people in the crowd began to lose face. Qing, immediately, most of the people started rushing towards the door.

"Really..."

"Oh my god……"

"What did this wine owner do? Someone came to his door to try his best..."

Unexpectedly, Jia Ming would use such a violent method to make trouble. Hearing the sound of discussion, the crowd kept retreating. Standing not far from the small stage, she was immediately isolated. Yang Zhenxing's subordinates poured out from several rooms next to him, and some came in against the flow of people. On the stage, the machete sliced ​​into a person's shoulder, and Jiaming immediately kicked him away. The body danced back, and the fist holding the knife hilt slammed on the face of the person rushing from behind, blood burst from the face, and the person also touched him and fell to his knees on the stage. In the meantime, five or six people had already been knocked to the ground.

Rushing out of the small room, a man in casual clothes seemed to be the manager. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly said, "What's going on, everyone can explain clearly... ah----"

Before the words were finished, they immediately turned into heart-wrenching screams. "Talk about your mother!" Jiaming's face was grim. He threw the machete out. Directly pierced his thighs, and the people behind were about to rush forward. Seeing Jia Ming, who was still on the small stage a few meters away, rushing over like a shadow, holding the handle of the knife, pulling it out, turning around, and slashing with the momentum, the chests of the two burst open like a waterfall of blood. A person in the back had just shown a shocked expression when he was pulled back and slashed on the thigh.

Coming out to join the underworld does not mean that everyone is desperately conscious. Seeing Jia Ming almost slashing people without mercy, the people in the back immediately dispersed, picking up objects that could be easily obtained for self-defense. Seeing that Shasha was standing there holding a bat, several people hesitated for a while before rushing over. Being blocked by someone, the next moment, a small sofa flew over from behind her like a cannonball, smashing the person two or three meters away, and the faces of several other people who wanted to come and grab Rusha suddenly turned blue. He stopped and started to back away.

Looking back, the people at Jiaming's side had been chopped down to the ground by the melon and vegetable cutters, there was a lot of screams, blood spilled all over the place, flowing wantonly on the floor. The three or four people who hadn't fallen down were each holding something like a table, a wine bottle, but they didn't dare to go forward at all. Jia Ming held a knife in one hand, looked at this side coldly, and kicked his feet away. A man still bleeding and convulsing. Come over slowly.

"Starting today. You don't have to mess around anymore." He paused and said. "No one wants to leave." At that moment, a slight chill came over.

"Wow... vomit... cough cough cough..."

On the flood embankment, Shasha squatted there with a pale face, vomiting in a mess. Jiaming squatted behind her and patted her shoulder lightly, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. The motorcycle was parked by the road not far away. Seen from this place, the night view of the river and the sea is very beautiful, the light flows on the road, the coastline stretches out like a crescent moon, the shadows of boats on the sea are mottled, and the flood embankment is an open leisure park. I also come here often, the sea view in the evening looks brilliant, many people often come for a walk, leading all kinds of pet dogs, and Shasha likes to tease them with apple cores.

"Feel sorry."

Jiaming said something softly, and Shasha opened her mouth to vomit, while shaking her head: "It's none of your business, I... wow... vomit..."

Recalling the bloody scene in the ballroom, Shasha couldn't help but feel sick. Thirty or forty people were killed. Afterwards, the ground was covered with blood. The bloody breath merged with the screams. Looking for a gap to attack, after being cut down by Jia Ming, some people started to run away and beg for mercy. Jia Ming still shot without hesitation. Sometimes you can see the scene of blood flying two or three meters away. It is estimated that two or three escaped. People started to work hard, but the result was still the same. In fact, she had watched gangster fights from a distance a few times before, but she never felt the same way this time. She just stood in the center with a bat and watched those people rushing towards Jia Ming, being beaten into the air, The point of the knife pierced in without hesitation, pulled out, blood shot out, the head of the person was pressed against the wall, and when the knife was swung vigorously, it was smashed together with the table lifted by the opponent. The screams, the smell of blood, the smell of blood, the screams... finally turned into an uncontrollable nausea.

I knew before that Jia Ming might be very powerful, but I never thought that he could knock down almost a roomful of people so easily, but I also never thought that it would feel like this. She didn't know if Jia Ming kept his hand. When she was about to go out, she could hardly restrain the emotion of wanting to vomit, wondering if someone would die, but of course it was impossible to take a look at everyone. It was a little fresher, and when I got to the beach, I finally vomited it out.

"Uh... so disgusting... nasty

After about vomiting, she stretched out her hand to take the mineral water from Jia Ming, and after gurgling her mouth several times, she recovered a little bit. She stood up, and Jia Ming wanted to help her, but she suddenly stretched out her hand again, and stood still on the spot. After standing for a while, I finally recovered, and sat down on a bench not far away, exhausted.

"Will someone die?" Frowning, this was the first thing she worried about.

"If you go in time, probably not." Jia Ming smiled, "I didn't use much force."

"It's scary... Did you scare me on purpose?"

"Killing people is like this, the underworld."

The two sat on the bench in silence for a moment, Jia Ming stretched out his arms and put his arms around her shoulders: "I don't think you really like these things...it's best to hate.".

"You still don't want me to get in touch with gangsters?"

"What you want to do, I will help you." Jia Ming paused. "I will do my best to prevent them from selling drugs. But my thoughts are actually the same as Ling Jing's. It is not good to be in contact with these things. I promised you, so I can only persuade you like this."

"You deliberately scared me..."

"I didn't scare you, sometimes. That's how it feels, for example..." He thought for a while, "You're a killer. Maybe that's how you felt when you shot a baby in swaddle for the first time. Disgusting... the underworld is actually similar, as if things about morality are always the same."

"You used to say that you were a killer, but you never did it..." Shasha sat upright and looked at him. "You haven't done it?"

"I haven't done it, but it feels about the same."

"How do you know how it feels if you haven't done it... Well, don't tell me how you feel, I feel like vomiting." She paused, looking at Jiaming's face for a long time, "Hey, you said you don't want me to like it, don't you Would you like that feeling?"

"Ha." Jia Ming smiled noncommittally, looking ahead at the sea under the dark night, when he turned his head. Only then did she see that Shasha was still staring at him like that, but immediately laughed and hugged him.

"I'll consider your suggestion. Well, I'm so tired... Tired and hungry, I want to sleep. Lean on me..." He closed his eyes against Jiaming's chest. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath. Sitting up straight, "Okay, let's go back and occupy you for so long, Lingjing will be jealous."

"What's going on, what's going on, did Xiaomeng and the others do it? How many people are here?"

When entering the wine hall, Yang Zhenxing couldn't help pinching his nose. Under the lights, the whole venue was in a mess, with blood stains all over the floor. Because it was left for him to see, it hadn't been cleaned up yet. He opened his mouth and looked at it for a while. : "Has any brother died?"

"No one is dead, but... almost all of them are useless." The assistant who was cleaning up the mess inside came closer and said, "Even if it is cured, these brothers will have some inability to move their hands or feet in the future. Doctor Fang said, let's take a shot." The people are very measured..."

"Calculate the settlement expenses." Yang Zhenxing exhaled, waited for a while, and then shouted angrily, "Go on, who's it! How many people are here!"

"Two people……"

"..." Yang Zhenxing was taken aback for a moment, "What did you say?"

"We asked a few brothers who were still in a clear mood. The two of them should be... Miss Liu and her boyfriend Gu Jiaming. Gu Jiaming took a knife, and Miss Liu watched with a bat. Didn't do anything..."

"..." He blinked there, and after a while, Yang Zhenxing finally opened his mouth, "I, we don't have a knife? I can't afford it?"

"Used, useless..."

"Did you fucking use it or didn't you? They met Superman!"

"Brothers basically fucked guys, but according to what they said, Gu Jiaming was stabbing each other at the time. Some people moved the table and chopped it open. Boss, this matter..."

"I see, I'm going to see the injured brother..." Waved his hand, he turned and walked out, this incident seemed to make him a little confused, when he was out of the wine door, the assistant chased him again Come out: "Boss, yes, boss..."

Yang Zhenxing turned around: "What?"

"The injured brother said that when he left, he left a message and asked to bring it to you, saying that...there will be more..."

"Fucking."

Cursing these words bitterly, the moment he turned around, a "poof" sounded in the air, and he knelt down on the ground in some confusion, the bullet shot from nowhere went straight through It touched his thigh, brought out a large amount of flesh and blood, and shot obliquely into the concrete ground behind.

On the top floor of a building a few hundred meters away, a Japanese girl in a red dress looked away from the scope, put the sniper rifle into the cello case expressionlessly, and her neat ponytail danced quietly with the night wind...